Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.